We wore the dishevelled attire
Thereby not their fault
We invited the alloyed acts
Thereby not their fault
Sanity is better defined
By madness incorporated
In a system disorganised
Seeking integrity already depleted
Our voice is not one
We are many captains here
Our voice is not one
Bereft, we ply as unseasoned seers
We would hide our shame
But its existence is ethereal
Pending when this act of rape
Dawn to our notice our losses.
©Emmanuel ‘Crooningpoet’ Ajanah
1 comment:
Nice poem and pictorials too. Keep the flag flying bro. Warm regards to your wife.
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